I decided to take matters into my own hands. I figured if I know how to use one of these (eat that, MARTHA) then I can probably handle a little handheld drill.
I drove on over to our Home Depot equivalent, B&Q. I did it sans sat nav (that's what we have to call nav systems now). Damn, I'm good. I picked up this bad boy.
Then, I drilled some holes in the top of my washing machine. I know! Can you even believe it?! It was crazy. The stacking kit came with a special drill bit so you wouldn't accidentally drill into anything essential. That was a relief. I screwed the stacking frame onto the washer and waited and waited and waited for Jeff to finally come home so we could get the dryer on top (the dryer that I assured him was really not that heavy hehe).
The thing about our laundry closet is that it is pretty small. At least not big enough for two people to wrangle a dryer. I think Jeff could sense that I may or may not have been hovering on the verge of a breakdown if that dryer did not end up on that washer. TONIGHT. We can all be thankful that he brought his a-game, went totally He-Man on the dryer, and saved the day. Whoa. Muscles DO serve a purpose.
Ta da! There was actually a load of laundry in the washer that I just couldn't bear to dry until the magic happened so I immediately popped it the dryer. Just popped it in. So easy. So satisfying. And then I folded it while it was warm, after I sniffed each piece (they were towels ok, people, get your minds out of the gutter) individually just to ascertain its cleanliness. I'm sorry- that's just what I do.
Plus, I said to Jeff, "Now we have a drill!"
Jeff: "I never really wanted a drill, though."
Well, I did. Now I have stacking laundry facilities AND a drill. Score!
